Chapter EIGHT-DANTE

Ever since I’d arrived at the Motley Crewd Ranch, I’d been building.

Not just this cabin, but a whole new life—or at least trying to.

Max gave me the two-story log cabin, like he did every one of the Crew, complete with a wraparound porch, big, picturesque windows, and enough charm to make it Instagram-worthy, someday.

When I first moved in, though, it looked more like a haunted house than a dream home.

The porch sagged like it had given up on life. The windows were so dirty they could’ve doubled as blackout curtains. And don’t even get me started on the inside. Let’s just say the raccoons seemed to think they owned the place.

I’d let my Bear roam the grounds, marking up the trees and getting my scent to rid the area of unwanted critters. They knew better than to stick around once the big dogs, or Bears, moved in.

Then I rolled up my sleeves and got to work.

Every spare dime and free minute went into fixing it up, piece by piece.